I grew up with dad, then with mum, then with dad, and now with mum, then back with dad, but at mums house she had an ashtray full of little bits of trash and cigarette ash, a hamster that bit through the metal parts of the cage and ran away, at mums house it was … Continue reading I lived with mum then dad.
deep sweets in deep dreams... lands of unknown, friends from unfamiliar places, faces hidden, sidewalks frosting over, I remember walking down it, the path it became, slimmer and slimmer, in deep sweet dreams... × mum used to say sweet dreams but the dreams all blend, faze into the days, dramatic, hectic, mangled mess, shouting and … Continue reading deep sweets
Tonight I'm working the late shift push up bra and cranky hips this baby won't go to sleep I see figures walking into the creek Families oh family mum and dad's infront of me hand in hand, together be Smiling laughing happily, tonight I'm working the late shift, no crying child will bring back tears, … Continue reading late night shift
Let's kick off the bank holiday with a nice poem, I wrote this one in the 5 minute slot at women of words last week and went up on the stage to share. Something that's still new to me but my new found love and enjoyment. Thankyou for your on going support. Heres the one … Continue reading You made me
; sometimes, pretending makes it easier sometimes pretending is a metaphor for a plaster pretending not quite healing covering it up but not really looking at the problem. Sometimes pretending can heal people forget about the odd scratch's its the deeper ones that require more attention that cant be ignored ignoring cuts that need attention … Continue reading Pretending
I hold my legs up in the air Kick and scream I just don't care You hold me up and I still wince I'm a child Yes, I'm a kid I boot you so hard from my frustration Don't swear at me Despite temptation I scratch and claw I want my own way You say … Continue reading Tantrum
Someone will always hurt you. the feelings of being hurt will always be felt, sometimes the hurt is wrong, and sometimes they may have never meant to hurt you, when they don't mean to hurt you, you have to accept it was an accident, knowing the differences is better for your wellbeing, allowing yourself to … Continue reading Hurt.
And now I think I know what she meant By she knew what I was after I didn’t want a man A boyfriend Or anything like that I just wanted a home.
I don't know much about it I never really got the bus to school But I got the bus to my friends A couple of times I hated standing in the line I was bullied lots and pushed behind But I would still try and smile My inner child was strong Then when I managed … Continue reading School Bus